I was the kid that used to care about life and the goods. If you ask me now I'll tell you bout the life in the hood. Blinded by society my environment's ruthless, vivid imagination but the reality's truthless. I wasn't raised around lots of fun instead I was raised around lots of guns. I used to preach it to the innocent. Nobody believes me. Adapt to killa instincts, so how can they leave me? I might mature in my brains and mature in my age but future's past past future's I never will change.